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Fast approaching 30 I've fallen in to teaching, a career though championed by many amongst my friends and family, I've tried desperately to avoid. Worse still I appear to have missed the heyday when students were keen and wages were plenty. Having left city-life behind to support my partner through a prolonged recovery from cancer, it's clear I've become isolated, not only from my old life, but from the future I hoped it would lead to...

There must be more to life than this..?

Thursday, January 6, 2011

So there’s a catalogue I sometimes shop from, glossy, hard backed, full of generically designed, but decent quality clothes. They apparently send their catalogues and purchases through couriers rather than Royal Mail. I can appreciate this.

However this morning at 7.30am there was a knock at the door. I had just gotten out of the shower, so I threw some clothes on and ran downstairs. There’s no one to be seen up or down the street, so I go back upstairs and continue getting ready for work. Then there’s another knock at the door, so again I stop getting ready, throw some clothes on and run to the door. There’s no one there, but as I look, there’s a delivery man THREE doors up. I stress three doors because clearly this degenerate had knocked on every door as he went along.

It must have taken me about 20 seconds to get to the door. So I call him over and he hands me my catalogue which I have to sign for. (Now bear in mind my partner is disabled and it would take him a little longer to get to the door, not much, but a little). As I’m signing for the package we have the following conversation, please remember I’m slightly miffed from being disturbed twice and so early in the morning.

ME – ‘You know it’s polite to give people time to actually answer their door when you knock on it.’

COURIER – ‘That’s not my job.’ (Really?)

ME – ‘Excuse me?’

COURIER – ‘I don’t get paid to wait for people to answer their doors, I have a job to do.’

ME – ‘Yeah, knocking on people’s doors. Which is pointless is you don’t give them time to answer.’

COURIER – ‘Look, I don’t get paid to stand on people’s doorsteps.’

ME – ‘Well do you get paid to stand here and argue with me?’

COURIER – ‘No.’

ME – ‘The f*@k off and get off my doorstep.’

SOLUTIONS:

So I immediately rang the clothing company in an attempt to have him fired, at the very least prevent that actual courier from delivering, or not, to my door again. They were very accommodating and appalled by his behaviour. Now my bad mood was probably escalated by the doom and gloom surrounding the job I have to return to yet again today, but did I over react? Would any of you handled it differently?